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extracted the ten
best answers, all the questions were to do with a supposed time-traveler, what
he/she should find out about the future."
    I
produced the list from my jacket. Then read the ten answers.
    The
first and most popular response was to find out if there was going to be
another world war.
    "That's
probably the easiest one to answer, because it's no; we've had no armed
conflicts for over five hundred years and those before that time were merely
internal squabbles, of which I will give you a list and the reason for them before
you depart," replied the professor.
    Having
gone through the answers one by one, I came to the last, which I found embarrassing.
    "How
is sex treated in the Thirty-First Century?"
    Professor
Mamit laughed, but seeing the uncomfortable look on my face, he quickly
regained his composure and asked me to follow him. He took me to a place that
was called, 'Sex for Sale.' this alone told me that sex was no longer treated
like a forbidden subject, but upon entering this establishment, I was not ready
for just how open sex was here.
    There
on one side of the shop stood various male and female androids, all were naked
with a price tag covering their chests. They looked so real; you would find it
hard to tell them apart from a normal human. In another corner, were A.R. Machines,
(artificial reality) that apparently made you believe that you were in any
given situation? These, it turned out, were the best sellers. I asked for a
demonstration, to which I was given a five-minute trial period.
    The
proprietor of this establishment wanted to show me his latest acquisition. I
couldn't wait. He led me to a locked room, and upon entering, I found a large
machine standing in the middle. Having explained that the participant would
enter the machine completely naked, be strapped into the center, and then given
a sexual encounter, the likes of which would blow their mind,—asked if I would
like to have a go.
    I
didn't answer straight away, but inspected the contraption from front to back.
    "Is
it safe?" I eventually asked.
    "Completely,"
he assured me, pointing to some screens that I could change behind.
    While
he prepared the machine I slipped out of my clothes; finding a robe draped over
a chair behind the screens, I put it on.
    I
came back to find the machine was opened up; there were cock-looking devices in
the sides of this thing and a soft table with straps for the wrists and ankles.
    "Disrobe
my dear and back onto the table," said the proprietor.
    I
disrobed stepping backwards, and then I had to lean slightly onto the table.
    "Right
my dear, I will just do the straps for you, close the door and start you
up."
    I
had been shy at first, having this total stranger strapping me to a table
whilst being completely naked, but he didn't so much as look at me, let alone
stare, which told me that sex truly was accepted here as a part of life. Once
finished, he closed the door and walked over to the control panel.
    "The
first thing you will hear my dear, is the machine calibrating your exact
position, height and gender, which will take about thirty seconds. Then it will
probe your body, searching for depths and generally measuring every inch of
you. Once this is done, the machine will take you on a ride that you will not
soon forget."
    With
that, he turned it on and then left the room closing the door behind him.
    At
first, there was a bit of noise coming from the machine, and then I felt
something soft exploring my skin, starting from my feet rising up to cover my
entire body. Once this had finished, I felt a gentle rubbing of my pussy and
then something long, thin and smooth entered me; I assumed this was the probe,
which measured depth. It felt nice, but was nothing startling. I realized that
the machine was still calibrating, so I waited patiently. Then my first
surprise came, the machine gripped me firmly by the waist and retracted the
table I had been leaning on. I couldn't help feeling slightly afraid at